[Makes a soft, keening sound and presses up to kiss him back, to make that touch firmer, more present. He's just as desperate in his response, his breath hitching as he touches at him-- his cheek, brushing back his hair, sweeping down his neck and holding on.]
Keith. [He presses up closer to him, presses against his hand, against his mouth, his own breathing hitching and not fighting back the wave of tears that push at the backs of his eyes-- feeling that same weight, perhaps. He was lost. He was gone. He was all alone and now--] Keith...